I really like to push the stroller when we are out to burn a few calories, so I always turn down Kent’s offers to help. At one point I was wearing Salty in the sling and pushing what appeared to on-lookers as two other infants with Fluffy on the toddler rail of the stroller while Kent sauntered along unencumbered at my side. “Don’t strain yourself, there, Dad.
Once a year, Mount Vernon is truly worth the steep price of admission: wagon rides, candle making, apple roasting, horseshoe forging, wool spinning, cloth weaving, corn husk doll making, period music, wheat threshing, hay bale maze, period children’s games, and more. As usual, it was a big fat pain in the you know what to schlep our family and all their paraphernalia out there and a pretty good workout pushing the family stroller/tank up and down the hills, but worth every little bit of it! I love family time, fall, and these wonderful people.